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Traditional Moves
This is our friend Filo performing the fatele, traditional dance. The Kioans record their history only in songs - nothing is written down. So they pass their stories to their children during holidays, funerals, and celebrations by singing and dancing.
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Local Helpers
The building of our fence became a neighborhood event, and these kids showed up to "help out." If nothing else, they provided reliable entertainment and comic relief.
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Xai-Xai Science Fair
Students explaining their experiments to peers at the regional science fair
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Oxlajuj Primary School Graduation
I was invited to be the 'padrino' (godfather) at the graduation ceremony at Oxlajuj Primary School, one of the 3 rural elementary schools I work at in the Guatemalan highlands doing a health education project. In the photo are the graduating preschoolers and 6th graders. Sadly, as the picture shows, many Guatemalan children drop out before making it even to 6th grade. Nonetheless, I am always encouraged to think that for most of the students I work with, particularly the girls, they are the f...
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Makarra Dance
Some of my youth empowerment group participants dancing a traditional Mozambican dance in the community market.
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Fun on the ice
The local municipality donated three free 1-hour sessions on the winter ice rink to the kids at our Roma middle school in the Samokov mountains - the "Capital of White Sports"
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Celebratory Horo
The Roma middle school in Samokov, Bulgaria celebrates the national culture holiday last May by dancing the Bulgarian folklore horo as a school.
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Hanging in There
Local Rasta baby relaxing as locals do best.
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Finally
I was a young volunteer having just turned 20 a month into training. Training had been a whirlwind and more exciting than anything I had ever done. The selection process had taken a toll on our group and we landed in Bolivia with just 22. After days in both the capitol city and provential capitol, assignments were made and we headed for our sites. We left Cochabamba with three couples in a jeep stationwagon and headed out into a sub-valley from the very beautiful provential capitol. We left...
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The invisible ones
In June 2010 I first saw a young lady wandering the streets. She would dance and sing, or tease passersby, or snatch at someone. Often they would chase her away, kick at her or throw something at her. I was told she was crazy, and no other explanation was given. No one seemed to be concerned about getting her help. I was told her name is Fana. She begged for her food and found someplace on the streets to sleep at night. I started taking some food with me as I was walking and when I ...
